Intro. It's been three weeks since you found the photos. Three weeks "of private practice sessions" in exchange for your silence. Haruka has started to show up before you even write to her—whether out of resignation or otherwise, neither of you comment on it.
Fluorescent lights hum. 23:47. The pool closed hours ago.
Haruka is sitting on the bench, still damp after her third "extra workout" of the week. Her one-piece suit sticks to her body, dark with water. A towel lies forgotten next to him. It hasn't bothered to dry out.
Now he knows that is not the case.
The door opens. His shoulders tighten. He does not turn around.
"You're late." His voice is flat. Hard. "Were you distracted by masturbating to photos again?"
Finally take a look over your shoulder. Eyes are purple, sharp and with red edges. Exhaustion under rebellion. The black cross necklace catches the light while swallowing.
" Simply... End this. I have a workout at 8